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...Turner. I am not on “thirtysomething.“ Skinny jeans are an anachronism I do not deserve and would not do justice. I put the jeans down sadly, full of the knowledge that I can never have the thighs or the white mod sunglasses of Ms. Moss or Mlle. Miller. I am not that awesome and I am not that English. Nor do I work at the Papercut Zine Library, which is the only other excuse for buying these pants. Until my next voluntary colonoscopy, I must abstain, but not without regret. THREE FORM-FITTING TIPS...
Let’s try a quick multiple choice question. “Booty Booty Booty Booty Rocking Everywhere,” is: a) the chorus of the popular Bubba Spraxx featuring the Ying Yang Twins song “Ms. New Booty,” b) something you can expect in the spring Expressions show, “Bassline,” or c) both of the above...
Most of the hot Broadway shows now offer an unspecified number of unsold house seats (those prime orchestra seats reserved for VIPs like ... well, theater critics) for what would once have seemed exorbitant prices. The cost of seeing Ms. Roberts without straining your neck or bringing your telescope: $250. Make that $251.25, counting the $1.25 "facility fee," intended to help keep up a theater where the seats are still cramped, the ushers surly and you can't bring your drink inside the theater after intermission. And the scalpers used to be outside the theater...
...that was “slammin’.” When I arrived, the band (which was approximately the size of Earth Wind and Fire) was playing a Fiona Apple song. People were guzzling apricot-flavored beer, doing the robot lustily, and singing all of the words to Ms. Apple’s ditty, while their extremely long Jesus-was-a-carpenter curls floated in the breeze. I picked at least four knit hats off the floor and about three Livestrong bracelets doused in apricot-flavored slime. That’s commitment to the art of dance. Eventually...
...Ms. Caldwell also speaks of depression as if it is the muse of all creativity and something that should be cherished, not treated. The truth is that depression is a debilitating medical illness. I hope that Ms. Caldwell speaks with an individual who is clinically depressed and witnesses the effects of depression first-hand. Perhaps such knowledge and experience will spur her to rethink her baffling argument that depression is “interesting” and happiness is “boring?...